The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Everyone looked at the boy who had outstanding looks, a thin body and looked harmless.

That was a silent spell! Many adult wizards couldn't use a silent spell! And it was actually used by a puffball who had just entered Hogwarts!!!

This discovery was extremely painful for these young boys and girls who boasted of their pure blood and superiority. It was no different from being slapped in the face in public.

Noticing everyone's gazes, the boy pursed his lips and smiled, looking a little shy. However, the smell of blood in the lounge, the young man who was rolling in pain with almost no good meat on his body, and the tragic and almost desperate roar seemed particularly oppressive.

"Seniors, is the competition not going to continue?" Charles tilted his head, as if he didn't take the recent incident to heart at all, as if the young man on the ground was no different from insignificant dust in his eyes.

The little snakes felt a chill crawling up their spines, and they looked at Charles with more vigilance and fear.

When this group of Slytherins grew up, the Dark Lord had already disappeared, so on weekdays they would at most use some minor evil curses with little lethality. A large number of them had never seen blood, so they were bound to lose their composure when faced with such a scene. Some of them even couldn't help but retching.

"Mr. Phantomhive, please stop the spell." The first to come to his senses was Foley, the seventh-grade head student. He considered his tone and spoke.

The boy's cries of pain were becoming weaker and weaker. If he didn't stop, he would probably die here from excessive blood loss.

"But you know I've just started learning magic, and I haven't learned the spell to stop a spell." Charles frowned slightly, seeming a little distressed. "If it's not too much trouble, can you please help me, senior?"

Forley looked at Charles deeply, and immediately waved his wand to cast "Stop Spell", and then arranged for two people to take him to the dean's office. With such a serious injury, they couldn't handle it themselves, and if they didn't want Dumbledore to have an excuse to interfere in Slytherin's internal affairs, this person couldn't be sent to the school hospital.

"Ah, sorry, can I say one more word to this senior?" Charles asked, and the two young men who had held the man up immediately froze completely as if they were cast under a "petrification spell".

"Senior, do you like the gift I gave you?" The boy's clear voice sounded, and the body of the young man who had suffered a lot could not help but tremble.

"As for me, I don't really like trouble." Ciel grabbed the boy's long hair with one hand, forcing him to look up. With his other hand, he wiped the boy's eyes, which were dripping with blood and tears, with a handkerchief. "But, I really hate the look in your eyes, senior. If it happens again, I don't mind digging your eyes out."

That sticky, sickening look...

"Senior, do you remember it?" The boy's voice was gentle and polite, even with a hint of smile, but it sounded like a muffled thunder in the man's ears. He nodded hurriedly, fearing that if he was a second late, his eyes would be dug out by this cruel and ruthless bastard.

"Very good." Charles released his hand with satisfaction, letting the boy's head droop weakly. He changed his handkerchief and wiped the fingertips that had just touched him one by one. "I hope that you can recover soon, senior."

As he said this, he walked casually to the fireplace and threw the handkerchief in his hand into it.

His nonchalant attitude made everyone shudder involuntarily, and they truly saw the heart of the boy whom they originally regarded as a plaything.

Although some accidents happened, the game still had to go on. Charles still stood back in his original position, still quiet, but this time no one dared to underestimate his existence.

Charles noticed that his heart was beating unusually fast. He curled his fingers under his robe and exhaled slowly. Although the result was a bit cruel, at least he achieved his goal, and it was worth the effort he put into this silent spell.

In this way, my campus life should be a lot easier. Just like the Sorting Hat said, Slytherins are respected for their strength. They are born to weigh the pros and cons. As long as we can defeat them in one go, we can save a lot of trouble.

Draco was also frightened when he saw Charles taking action for the second time, but he recovered quickly. After all, no one died this time, and compared with the last time, it was not a big deal. Besides, the man just now came from a small family, and even if he was stupid enough to cause trouble, Malfoy could easily suppress him.

Draco was curious about the spell Ciel was using. According to his father, the magic power in his body was not much different from Ciel's, so it shouldn't be able to support them to use such a large-scale evil spell. The magic power cycle in the young wizard's body was not yet fully developed, and excessive extraction of magic power would likely cause the entire cycle to collapse, and he might even become a squib who could not use magic.

But having spent so much time together, Draco believed that he knew Ciel quite well. This man would think ten steps ahead before taking a step. He was definitely not such a reckless person. He must have something to rely on.

So Draco tugged on Ciel's sleeve. "Ciel."

"what happened?"

"What magic did you just use?" he asked in a low voice.

"Want to know?"

"Of course!"

Ciel looked around at the little snakes who were clearly perking up their ears: "I'll tell you when we get back to the dormitory. By the way, are we in the same dormitory?"

It was easier to share a room with Draco than with a stranger.

Hearing this, Forli paused, and he quickly thought of the small, dirty room that was no different from a storage room and was assigned to Charles by some people out of their bad taste. He glared at those people fiercely, getting a few slightly flattering smiles in return, and then quickly winked at the person next to him, who then disappeared silently into the lounge.

Those people were feeling aggrieved as well. Bullying half-bloods and Muggles was the norm in Slytherin. These two types of people had always been the lowest level in Slytherin before they showed abilities that could attract people's attention. They just made some arrangements in advance according to the convention, wanting to give the freshmen a warning and let them face the reality honestly. But who could have thought that this year's Muggles would not play by the rules! The Sorting Hat actually brought in a living devil!

"What's the big deal? We can just change dormitories." Draco said this, and instantly everyone looked at him as if they were looking at a warrior - he was indeed Malfoy's successor! His courage was indeed not something that ordinary people could match. After seeing such a cruel scene, he dared to share a room with this bastard!

The freshmen’s faces had the words “saved” written all over them. It’s not that they are timid, it’s just... it really makes people worry that if they live in the same dormitory, they might get killed in the middle of the night!

However, would a Malfoy really get close to a Muggle for no reason? Even if he was ruthless, so what? For aristocrats with rich backgrounds, there are countless ways to make someone disappear silently.

Would the cunning and treacherous Malfoy, who was good at adapting to the situation, allow the heir to befriend the Muggle-born over something that was not even a problem?

You must be kidding! There must be something else here that they don't know about.

The shrewd little snakes exchanged glances secretly, and after returning to the dormitory, they wrote letters and sent them out by owl. As for how many Slytherin families' lights were lit all night by their letters, that is a story for later.